Wild Bill Balding
Wild Bill Balding Poems
through paper jaws...
transformed, transfigured -
let me dry my wings.
The Mars Bar
(A friend's uncle once asked why there weren't any poems about Mars Bars. This is why.)
Nails glinting in the glow of candlelight,
she grips the bar and gently pulls apart
the waxy coal-black petals that surround
the glossy round intoxicating end.
Her fingers' friction pulls the wrapper down:
the rigid rough-cast bar appears erect;
the chocolate delight now in her hand